My spouse grew up in a happy, loving family of his parents. But when my father was 57 years old, unfortunately, the mother of the family died. Of course, it was hard for my father-in-law to survive something like that. That’s why we decided that we would sell his apartment, divide it between our family and my brother’s family, and take my father-in-law with us until he came to his senses. It was done.
I thought that six months, yes, and my father-in-law would buy his own place and live on his own, but no. He really liked it here. For communal services and groceries he does not give us any money. I cook, wash his clothes, clean his room. He only goes to work. What a life, a sanatorium.
That’s how he stayed with us for 11 years. And then he started teaching us what to do and how to do it all the time. Then we decided to buy him a house not far from the city and let him move in. He is a tall, healthy man, he can live on his own.
We bought him a house and did everything necessary to live there. My father-in-law started to make up stories about his heart ache and other things. In general, in any way, in order to stay with us. But I do not need such consideration. I’m tired.
